WHY I love (and why you shouldn't make assumptions)

The other day at school, one of my friends ran into an old high school buddy of hers. They stood chatting for several minutes, while I half-heartedly listened. At first they talked about the normal stuff, 'Oh, I haven't seen you in forever!' and such, then their topic shifted to what everyone else from their high school was doing, 'Do you still hang out with blahblahblah?' and slowly, slowly, they began a rant on everyone who was getting married and having babies and such.
Well, they seemed to feed off each others similar anti-marriage sentiments, and it quickly escalated. Basically, this quick high-school reunion became a full on TIRADE against girls who get married young, while their still in college. And I'm just standing there, looking around, slowly realizing that--hey, wtf? I've got a ring on my finger here! Of course, I don't say anything. I just stood there, looking at the trees, until finally my friend must've realized who was standing next to her. "Oh, except for Bewildermunster, she's getting married but she's got her shit together!"
As if that was alright, as if that fixed it. Well, I didn't say anything then and I'm not going to, but it irked me. The more I thought about it, the more it bugged me. Like a rock in my shoe that just hurts worse when I reach down to adjust my shoe.
I'm tired of being the 'exception'. I don't want to be an anomaly. I hate broad generalizations, I hate narrow-mindedness, I hate shallow people, I hate judgmental people, I hate people who have to constantly be surrounded by drama.
I'm getting married this summer, I'm 21 years old. This is my life, my journey, and I have chosen who I want to share that journey with. We are young, but this life is short, just a wink of time in the universe.
One of my other friends, Chickadee, has been with her boyfriend for longer than Doom and I have been together, and she's always talking about how great it is that we're getting married, she's always looking up cute wedding things and all that crap, she's entirely romantic and cheesy and blah blah blah, but when I ask when she's getting married she dismisses it right away. She's so worried about the future, so worried about what others think, so worried about the fact that she's living in her mothers house and she's gonna graduate with debt... She's too worried about things that I find to be trivial.
I'm not saying one should just through all caution to the wind when it comes to marriage and relationships, but one thing is for sure: Don't pay any mind to what other people think.
Another friend that I knew back when I first started talking to Doom freaked out when Doom and I started dating. I'm sure there were underlying problems in the relationship, but her inability to accept my happiness led to the dissolution of our relationship. She basically asked me to choose, her or Doom, and I chose Doom.

To each his own

My group of friends seem to think Doom and I are perfect, they think we have sex like rabbits and feed each other cake and buy each other cute things and never fight and have the exact same interests. Of course, that's horse shit. We have our ups and downs. The reason we're getting married isn't because we have everything worked out, it isn't because we have this grand scheme, this master plan for our lives. I don't know where we'll be in 10, 20, 30, 40 years!

All I know is that I want to be with him. I cannot ensure this, but we sure can try. And we're both willing. And that, I think, is the most important thing.

Pendant for Doom

Sculpey clay, painted with silver metallic pen(I don't have silver paint!), acrylic paint and a layer of glaze over the top to make it shiny! I think I did a better job with this one than the first pendant I made for him, a hammer. Practice of course, helps. Who knows, maybe I'll sculpt more in the future! I do enjoy it. I think I'm overly ambitious with my art projects though lately, there are about a million things I want to do!
WIP pic, unbaked and unpainted:

Fei & Doom: A Love Story

Fei is my youngest dog and I love him to death, however, I've had to come to the realization that Feivel doesn't love me nearly as much as he loves Doom. Feivel's acceptance and friendship with Doom is actually partly what made me realize Doom was such a great guy because Fei tends to be skittish of strangers and men. Nowadays, when Doom is around I am an after thought to Fei. Oh, he still listens to me, but you should see the adoration in his big puppy eyes when he sees Doom! Rather than being heart-broken over this apparent 'betrayal', I am happy for the two of them. They are absolutely adorable together, and I love the both of them to bits and pieces. And to prove that they are in love, I must tell you a little story:
He is a poodle, a water dog, however, he doesn't' really love the water like poodles are really supposed to. He can swim, but he's not an excellent swimmer and he rarely goes in for anyone. The other day, I went swimming with Doom and Fei proved his love:

Doom is the only person to get him to do this! I think its great.
Here are some more pictures of their love affair over the past couple years:

Ti, on the other hand, is still my grouchy overly-attached old man. Hehe.

No longer Doomless!

Just pokin' my head in to say Doom has returned, my friends picked him up from the airport yesterday. I would have done it myself but I had lab at that time! Its good to have him back. But, of course, I can't really celebrate much because I have an exam tomorrow! So I shall spend the next several hours trying to make Fizziks make sense to myself (har har, is it possible? We shall see).
To compensate for this short, lame, anti-climactic update, here's a deer doodle from class:

Summer Cleaning

So I decided to clean Doom's room while he was away, and MAN is that a tough project to take on. The boy has NO organization, and his room (well the whole apartment, really) smells like man-funk. I guess that's what happens when you put 3 young guys into a small space, in the desert, in the summertime. So I did the usual, put his clothes away, organized the mountains of JUNK that he refuses to throw away, and picked up all the trash. But the thing I'm most proud of is buying him a filing box and folders and labels. He is constantly losing important papers and.. well, as an adult, that's a very bad thing I've learned. Now I think I'm gonna have to buy myself my very own filing box eventually. I feel like such an old lady, cleaning my boyfriend's room for him on my free time. >_< Oh well, it had to be done.
But it made me realize: going through someone's crap is one way to really get to know them. Of course, I really just wanted to strangle him the whole time I cleaned... Good thing he's out of the state, eh?

Before (makes me cringe)

Don't tell Doom, but that Easter basket is definitely one of the things I consider "junk", sentimental value and all.

After

I actually removed the sheets and took them home to wash.

Man-cave

Doomless weekend

Munster's log: Okay, okay, kinda lost track of this log but that's alright. 
Yesterday I went and took my first physics exam, I was above the average so I can't complain but now I realize just how much studying I need to do. Continuing like I did last week just ain't gonna cut it. After my exam I started the first of my calendar paintings! The barn owl. Before I could finish it though I went to go see Prometheus with Chickadee. It was... well, I liked it, there were some annoying things like I just wanted to know WHY at the end, but I enjoyed watching it. The biologist in the movie was kind of derpy... I mean, if a worm-shaped alien is hissing at you, why would you want to play with it?
Anyhoo, after I got home I CRASHED, weekends tend to be my catch-up-on-sleep time.
But this morning I was able to finish my owl painting!

I'm actually pleased with the background for the most part, and the owl, (though I know the face isn't perfect, who would've guessed owl faces could be so hard to get right?) I had a lot of fun painting this one. I'm not entirely sure what my next painting will be, but I will hopefully get another one finished before this weekend is over.

Day 2: Hanging in there

Sketch I made while I was sposed to be paying attention to physics lecture... oops.

Munster's log, Day 2: It is Doomless Day number 2, and I must point out: I am alive. I had some strange apocalyptic dreams last night, but aside from that I slept well. This physics material is confusing and makes me think... which means there is a lot of room for mistakes. But it also means that as long as I have homework and studying, I don't have much time to be missing Doom. After I finish my exam tomorrow, however.. who knows. I have a feeling that my exam tomorrow will be much harder than my math class exams that I had been taking first session. But I know I always blubber and complain about exams as if the world is ending, so I shall stop typing about it and start typing about other things.
I don't wanna jinx myself, but I think I should mention I'm planning a fun project over the next several weekends: I am hoping to make 12 watercolor paintings for a calendar. :) We'll see how it goes. I have my eyes set on some beautiful (and challenging) landscapes, as well as a jackrabbit, a barn owl (powerful, frightening creatures, I've realized!) and who knows what else.
Alrighty... I have to go study for my exam tomorrow...
Munster out!

Doomless days: Day 1

Doom has gone on vacation to visit his family in the east. So now I'm all aloooone! I dropped him off at the airport this morning. We haven't really ever spent much time apart before, except for a small trip he took a looong time ago. So we'll see how I hold up. 


Munster's log, Day one: after a pitiful good-bye (pitiful on my part), I went to school. Thankfully the coursework took my mind off of my partner-less existence. Called Doom in the afternoon to confirm that he arrived safely. He sounded happy, therefore I am happy. I came home, planned out some activities for the weekend, then began my homework. I don't feel quite as pitiful as last night/this morning.

-Munster out

The Summer Bug

Doom and I got sick this week, around the same time. We both started complaining of sore throats. Doom got much sicker than me, however, and has been feeling awful for days. Poor thing. Not much I could do for him though except buy him some soup. He even went to UMC Quick Care, but all they could tell him was that it wasn't strep throat, and it was a "virus" instead. Which is vague, but either way there wasn't anything they could do either but prescribe him some mucinex and anti-inflammatory meds. I'm amazed I recovered so quickly, I had none of the aches that he had, just a sore throat and some mucus. Guess I'm just lucky, (or my immune system kicks ass).
Here are some adorable pics of my silly dog trying to comfort my silly sick boyfriend:

Aside from our sickness, today I took my final exam for my first session summer class. AND I was upset at how difficult it was... I had a really hard time answering many of the questions. I only hope my teacher has mercy (partial points plzzz). Oh well, it is what it is. I'll find out around Monday what I got in the class!
Oh, and today is my father's birthday! Mmm, I can smell the shish kabobs cooking! And I spied a very frost-covered cake. (I love frosting... sugar is my weakness. Unfortunately!) 

Burden

Sometimes knowing things about yourself and others, without being able to share the burden, can be completely unbearable. It really does eat away at you. Its hard to come up with rational conclusions on your own. I'm grateful for the friends that I have, but when I can't even share with them, I'm glad I have Doom. Opening up to him lifts some of the overwhelming feelings off of my shoulders, and lets me think clearly. It's not easy, sharing your deepest darkest secrets, but it feels so... purifying. The more I hold something in, the more it rots and festers, but the instant I let it out, I can see that it isn't that bad, in the end. It helps me realize that I'm not perfect, nor will I ever be, but its okay that I've made mistakes in the past.
I know now that bravery, confidence and strength stem from being calm in the face of things that terrify you. I can't be so afraid of everything that I stop trying. Its a good thing Doom is so much calmer about things, he balances me out. I can be such a spaz.
So where did this post come from? I've recently learned a horrible story about a friend that would crush her if she knew. But it's something that happened so long ago, that I'm not sure bringing it up would change anything, or if it would change EVERYTHING. Either way, I swore to Doom that I wouldn't say a word. Because the situation is complicated now.
Besides that issue, I've been dealing with stress lately and I've recently spilled my guts to Doom about some things from my past, and I feel better. Strange, but better.

Yikes, I'm 20 and I still don't feel like an adult. I guess growing up is about being honest with yourself, and messing up until you figure it out. At least I know I'm never alone.

Summer's in full swing!

Summer is in full swing, I've barely gotten to breathe after spring finals before I threw myself back into the game! Math is such a dull subject. I've always struggled with it, I remember struggling with it in middle school and high school, and college is no different. Unfortunately, I've chosen a major that requires up to calculus I! (thankfully I've already taken and passed calc I, I'm just retaking a math class I bombed). I've always wished I could be good at math, maybe then I could've been an engineer and gone to space or something awesome like that! But the most I can hope for is to survive this class and then be done with math forever (except for a stats class I believe I will take sometime in the future). So, I've taken my first exam today, 2 more weeks and 2 more tests to go before I get to experience the joys of physics!

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 So after a few days of this, I got to experience more of this! -->

I feel like a studying zombie!

I promised I'd update on my grades for spring, as they FINALLYgot put up in the middle of the week. I passed all my classes, and my lowest grade was a B (ochem, shocker, huh?). I can't complain too much, in fact I'm pleased that my GPA is slooowly creeping upwards. I'm SO relieved to be done with French (after 4 years of high school French and 2 semesters of college French, I just wanted to pull my hair out!)
So that is my summer, I hope I will soon get to have fun and actually do something with my life soon, but as Doom is preoccupied with Diablo III right now, I'm not so sure if it'll be sooner rather than later!